Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.